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Can Apollo’s curse be broken?Seventeen-year-old Hope Nicholas is done running. Apollo’s curse has ruled her entire life, limiting her choices and robbing her of the things that matter most. But she refuses to live in fear any longer. In fact, she’s ready to do whatever it takes to break the god’s power over her existence.When the goddess Artemis instructs Hope to impersonate a demigod and infiltrate a conservatory to get access to the Olympian library, she doesn’t hesitate. As she sees it, there’s nothing left to lose.But once inside, Hope discovers the only way to get what she needs is to work with her sworn enemies. As the lines between demigod and monster are crossed again and again, Hope has to dig deep for the courage to accept her fate or fight for the freedom to save herself.

This awesome series continues! The second book picks up right where the first ended and just flawlessly moves on with this intriguing adventure. The writing style is slightly different, as a result I enjoyed this book even more than the first one! With more twists and fast-paced action, I was left trying to devour this book as quick as I could to find out what would happen next. The characters are even more complex than the first book and the storyline develops even more in this sequel. There's still a cliffhanger with more unanswered questions at the end, and now I'm practically foaming at the mouth to get the third book in this series now! I'm absolutely loving this series! It's in my top 5 list right now!

About Book # 1 - Curse of the Sphinx

​An addictive young-adult fantasy based in a realm of Greek mythology, sure to please fans of Percy Jackson and The Sweet Evil Trilogy.

In a modern world still ruled by the Greek gods, being a monster is more than a curse. It is a death sentence.
Seventeen year-old Hope Nicholas has spent her entire life on the run. But no one is chasing her. In fact, no one even knows she exists. With her mom, she's traveled from town to town, barely staying long enough to meet anyone, let alone make friends. And she'll have to keep it that way.
It's safer.
When her mother is brutally ripped away from her, Hope's life shatters. Is this the fulfillment of Apollo's curse? Have the demigods discovered them? Is Hope, too, being hunted? Orphaned and alone, Hope flees again.
In a universe still ruled by the Greek Gods, mythology is more than just a course in high school. Demigods, monsters, and shadow-demons from the Underworld are realities that threaten Hope's very existence.
When the handsome Athan Michael comes to her aid, she must decide what she values more- safety or love.
Can Hope find a way, or will Apollo's curse rob her of everything she's every wanted?

I loved this book! I'm a huge fan of mythology and this book was awesomely unique and kept me completely captivated! I loved how it integrated old mythology with teenage trials. The storyline was amazingly complex, the dialogue was flawless and the characters were complex and well developed. With plenty of twists, fast-paced action and a small flare of romance peppered throughout, all my Urban Fantasy needs were fulfilled with this awesome book! There was a nail-biting cliffhanger at the end that left me fumbling to get to the second book now! I absolutely loved this book and can't wait to dive into the sequel now!

Raye Wagner grew up in Seattle, the second of eight children, and learned to escape chaos through the pages of fiction. As a youth, she read the likes of David Eddings, Leon Uris, and Jane Austen. Inspired by a fictional character, Raye pursued a career in nursing, thinking to help the world one patient at a time.One summer afternoon, when her then young children were playing in the pool, a plot dropped into her head, and she started writing. She enjoys baking, puzzles, Tae Kwon Do, and the sound of waves lapping at the sand. She lives with her husband and three children in Middle Tennessee.
Origin of the Sphinx, a novella detailing the story leading up to the creation of the mythological creature, is her first publication. It is the beginning of the Sphinx series.
Curse of the Sphinx, the first book in the series, is completed, and set to be released in August 2015.

Within a month of being bitten, it cost the life of Robert James’ best friend. Within a year, hundreds had died. All because of him.Until Robert was bitten, he was a regular college student. Now he seems to be the reluctant future of vampire kind and his world has been turned upside down. Pursued by the Dawn Warriors – a group dedicated to cleansing the world of evil – Robert’s survival is at stake. Literally.

I absolutely loved this book! Fast-paced and packed with action, this book sunk it's fangs into me and wouldn't let go until the end - then it gave me a good shake! The complexity of the vampire society is very intricate and detailed. The storyline was awesome, the dialogue perfect and the characters were very complex and entertaining. I loved that while this book was stuffed with action, it was still light-hearted and wildly entertaining with tons of twists! There's quite a cliffhanger at the end that left me biting my nails and I'm frantically awaiting the sequel now!

I’m Lucy Eldritch and I write paranormal-horror-urban-fantasy-vampire fiction set mainly in Manchester (the one in the UK, not the one in New Hampshire) and London. I also love red wine, but I suspect that’s not really something I should mention. Not professional. Something like that. So, consider it un-mentioned.You can find me here:http://www.vampirebookseries.comhttps://twitter.com/lucyeldritch.com

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Hayden Patterson has a simple rule. And he's never broken it. Sleeping with a woman more than once simply isn't going to happen. He's always managed to hang onto his resolve, and so far, no woman's ever blasted her way through. It's one and done, with no prospect of ever having anything permanent. His childhood gave him that thinking and he has no plans to ever change. Two women alone, and one of them is in more danger than anyone realizes. It's hard being a teenager. Kacey Flournoy knows that all too well. Stuck in a school district full of snobby rich kids, she doesn't fit in on her single mom's salary. When she's cast as a bully, it only gets worse – especially since she's the one being bullied. And her poor mom, Delaina, doesn't know what to do. Since Kacey's dad died while serving in the military, it's all she can do to put food on the table. When Hayden draws his first assignment through Citadel Security, he can't believe it. No way does he want to follow a poor little rich girl around all day to guard her from a bully. It doesn't take him long, however, to figure out that something's terribly wrong. And when he tries to right it, he meets the one woman who just might make him break his long-standing promise. That would mean he'd have to let go of the past, but he's sure he's not ready and he never will be. A novella nestled between the first and second books in the first spinoff series from the Love Under Construction series, One Broken Promise takes the hunted to the hunter, the oppressor to the oppressed, and one very scared man to a place that will bring him to his knees. If you've ever been bullied, you'll feel the pain. But you'll also taste the joy of a promise broken. WARNING: Strong, graphic sexual situations, a heinous criminal act against both an animal and a person by a seriously sick individual, and a suicide. For readers 18+ only.

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About the Author

For as long as I can remember, I've been a writer . . .

and it has served me well. I wrote for local publications, wrote marketing and advertising materials, wrote for academic publications, and eventually grew jaded with the writing profession as I often watched others take credit for my hard work. I retreated into the world of 3-D art in the fiber and textile mediums and hid out in a world of colors and textures. But, truth is, there was always a story or two in my head. It wasn't until Nikki and I met in my imagination that I decided it was time to let those stories out, and I'm glad I did. My readers now get to enjoy the fruits of my imagination and, believe me, it runs wild!

On the personal side, I've been happily married to my lover and best friend for over thirty years, and I have two wonderful adult kids who've blessed me with two excellent choices of life partners. When I'm not writing, I'm playing with my three crazy little dogs, hiking in a local recreation area, kayaking, working out at the gym, tending my herbs, cooking, or doing some kind of research.

How long does it take to change a person’s life from happy to terrifying? How long was I normal before that part of me was taken away? How long would I live in fear after that? After being attacked by something she can’t explain as a child, Melanie Rose is left with the ability to see ghosts and it haunts her everyday life. It only gets worse the night before her eighteenth birthday. Things that shouldn't be real, start appearing before her. The evil that attacked her as a child is back to finally take her life. Then he appears, a stranger wearing a black leather jacket. All the unanswered questions she’s had, start to unfold around her. She soon realizes it’s only the beginning. Melanie must control her fear before Fear claims her.

Michelle is from a small town in Kentucky where she spends her days chasing after her twin girls and conjuring up crazy stories in her mind. She loves all things paranormal and fantasy, the crazier, the better.She has a slight obsession with Korean Dramas and their men. She loves to write just as much as loves to read, but there's nothing like a good smutty read with strong alpha men!

Wow! This was a really cool book! It's been a while since I got the heebie-jeebies from a book, but this one definitely had some spine-tingling moments in it! The storyline was fresh and original, the dialogue was perfect and the characters were very complex. Immediately, the first chapter drew me in with an iron grip and kept me in it's clutches throughout the entire book! With plenty of chills, a healthy scoop of supernatural, tons of mystery and intrigue and even a little flair of romance, this book thoroughly fulfilled all my needs in a book! I was up very late at night reading this- getting creeped out- and I just couldn't stop reading! I can't wait to see what else this author comes out with!

Title: The Howling Heart

Author: April Bostic

Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance

Paige Donovan is an ambitious college graduate who aspires to reach the top of the corporate ladder. Sheâs climbing fast when given the promotion of a lifetime at a prestigious fashion magazine in New York City. Her bright future comes to an unexpected halt after news of her fatherâs death. She inherits his old cabin in the Colorado Rockies, and just when she thinks her luck couldnât get any worse, she has a car accident in the mountains and awakens in the small, remote community of Black River.

Soon, sheâs engulfed in the mystical world of Varulv---wolves descended from 13th century Scandinavia and blessed by Norse gods with the ability to appear human. Paige is desperate to return home, but never expects to fall for her rescuer, Riley Gray, a charming young werewolf from England who offers her an alternate future with his pack.

Now, she must choose between the career sheâs always wanted and the love sheâs always dreamed.

About The Author

April Bostic is a New Jersey-based, Adult Romance author who enjoys unleashing her creativity and letting her imagination run wild. Her love of romance books inspired her to become not just a reader, but also a writer. In December 2008, she self-published her first novel, a contemporary romance with a supernatural twist entitled "A Rose to the Fallen".

Her first short story, "Right Here, Right Now", released in January 2012, is an erotic romance with a dash of S&M. The following year, she released two more short stories: a romantic urban fantasy inspired by the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche entitled "Eros, My Love", and a sexy romantic comedy entitled "Love Addiction".

After five years, she released her second novel, "The Howling Heart" in August 2013, a paranormal romance that delves into the mystical world of werewolves and Norse gods. To end her busiest year in publishing, April also released her fourth short story in December 2013, a historical paranormal romance entitled "A Dark Scandal".

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I absolutely enjoyed this book! With plenty of shifters, a hint of mythology and tons of sweet n spicy romance, this book satisfied all my paranormal romance needs. The author has done a spectacular job with creating a complex shifter society with some incredibly hot wolves! The descriptions were amazing, the dialogue flawless, very complex characters and the romance was enough to make me swoon! This is an absolutely beautiful love story that proves love knows no boundaries! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and was lapping it all up into the late hours of the night. I can't wait to see what other books she has up her sleeve!

USA Today bestselling author Vivienne Lorret launches a new historical romance series featuring the Seasonâs Originalâa coveted title awarded by the tonâs elite to one lucky debutante...

From the Season Standard: âA true Seasonâs Original embodies the class, grace, and style of the ton. Such an honorensures the recipient their pick of eligible suitorsâ¦â

Lilahâs Appletonâs prospects are looking dim. With one last chance to find a titled husband before sheâs forced to wed her wretched cousin, she must make this Season count. Plain, forgettable Lilah must become the Seasonâs Original. Desperate, she seeks help from the devilishly charming, untitled, and thoroughly unsuitable Jack Marlowe. All she must do now is resist the tempting rogueâ¦

Bastard son and self-made man, Jack Marlowe loathes the aristocracy. When he meets Lilah, he expects her to be like all the other greedy husband-hunters. But sheâs far more dangerous. Her alluring smiles and sharp tongue intrigue him. Before he knows it, he agrees to help her find a husband, revealing tricks to ensnare any man. The only problem is, his plan works too wellâon him.

When Lilah becomes the belle of the ball, Jack realizes he may lose her forever-unless he can take a chance on love and claim his debutante...

USA Today bestselling author, VIVIENNE LORRET loves romance novels, her pink laptop, her husband, and her two sons (not necessarily in that order â¦ but there are days). Transforming copious amounts of tea into words, she is an Avon Impulse author of works including: Tempting Mr. Weatherstone, The Wallflower Wedding Series, The Rakes of Fallow Hall Series, The Dukeâs Christmas Wish, and the Seasonâs Original Series.

Once in her favorite spot beneath the arbor, she drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. The air was chilly, but there was no breeze to make her too cold without a shawl. Overhead, clematis and rose vines were still brown and dormant. On the ground beside the stone path at her feet, a myriad of crocuses bloomed gaily, while tulip shoots were coming into their full height, hinting at their splendor. And halfway up, between the white arbor post and the slatted wooden bench, a spiderâs web fanned out, its occupant hidden from view.She was just leaning closer to study it when she heard the door open and close with a quiet click. Assuming it was Myrtle on an errand for Aunt Zinnia, Lilah didnât bother to turn. âYou may tell my aunt that I will return shortly. I have need of a breath of air.ââDo you breathe better when youâre bent at the waist?â a manâs deep voice asked.Startled, Lilah jerked upright, whipping around to face the stranger.Only he wasnât quite astranger. Sheâd seen him before. In fact, not more than an hour ago. And he looked just as out of place in this manicured garden as his Destrier had trotting along the London streets. She imagined, however, that man and beast would look perfectly at home galloping across an untamed moor or into battle. The man had a feral, warrior look about him. Especially with the golden, hot-ember color of his eyes beneath the arch of a tawny brow. And instead of walking with perfect pedestrian form, heprowledtoward herâagile but controlled, as if always prepared for battle.Beneath a gray tailored coat, his broad shoulders subtly rolled and shifted. The black buttons of his striped waistcoat were in a flat, straight line, suggesting a firmness, about which she likely shouldnât ponder. The same way she should not admire the storm-cloud gray shade of his riding breeches and the way they encased his thighs, displaying every gradation of his impressive musculature.When her gaze dipped, she also took note of the large bouquet of pink and white primroses he carried, hanging carelessly by his side. The flowers were enough to remind her of why she was out in the garden. A fresh wave of disappointment hit her.âI believe,â she said, but when her words came out in nothing more than a whisper, she cleared her throat and began again. âI believe youâll find my cousin in the parlor.âHe stopped just beneath the arbor, not two steps from her. As they had earlier, his lips curled into a smirk at one corner of his mouth. This time, there was no mistaking the direction of his gaze. He was, most assuredly, looking ather. âWhen I asked where I would find Miss Lilah Appleton, a rather frantic maid pointed in this direction. Was she mistaken?âLilahâs breath caught in her throat. His voice was that of a warriorâs tooâsure and commanding but with an underlying edge.Do not cross me, that tone warned as much as it promised.I will fight to the death for you. She could easily hear him saying those words on a battlefield . . .orin a ballroom.Of course, his attire would be different for each occasion. . .

Two extravagant weddings set to take place in two cities on two continents merging two different cultures.

What could possibly go wrong?

Weddings have a way of bringing out the crazy in people... and it's no different for sassy Ciara and billionaire Nikolaj.

When you add to that the stress associated with making their big day as memorable as possible, it makes for a lot of good drama—personalities clash, tempers flare, cultures collide and deep-seated secrets are revealed.

Everything about Ciara and Nikolaj’s relationship has always been fast and furious from the very first day they met. It makes for a hotter-than-hell love story, but does it bode well for an upcoming wedding?

Will Ciara marry her dashing Danish alpha billionaire prince or will family turmoil and unexpected hair-rising curveballs force them to postpone their big day?

Scarlett Avery delivers a smashing follow-up to an already illegally hot series. You’ll reunite with the characters you already love and discover a whole new lineup of quirky and endearing ones you’ll be totally captivated by.

The sixth book in this billionaire series is a real page-turner! Once you start, you won’t be able to put it down until you get to the very last page.

Detroit 2030.Double-crossed by the person she loved and betrayed by the covert government organization that trained her to use her body as a weapon, Peri Reed is a renegade on the run. Don’t forgive and never forget has always been Peri’s creed. But her day job makes it difficult: she is a drafter, possessed of a rare, invaluable skill for altering time, yet destined to forget both the history she changed and the history she rewrote. When Peri discovers her name is on a list of corrupt operatives, she realizes that her own life has been manipulated by the agency. Her memory of the previous three years erased, she joins forces with a mysterious rogue soldier in a deadly race to piece together the truth about her fateful final task. Her motto has always been only to kill those who kill her first. But with nothing but intuition to guide her, will she have to break her own rule to survive?For More Information

The room was a featureless eight-by-eight, relieved by a single chair and the door pad softly glowing in the recessed overhead lights. Pulling up from a stretch, Peri stifled a shudder as a feeling of electricity crawled over her skin, pooling where the training suit pinched. Concerned, she passed a hand over the spiderweb of white stress lines in the otherwise black leather, frown deepening when her hand turned to pinpricks as the electric field in the fabric phased.Seriously?The slick-suit ran from her neck to the top of her boots, elevating her slight form to dangerous and sexy, but a wardrobe malfunction would slow her down. “Hey! Excuse me?” she called toward the ceiling, her high voice laced with demand. “I’m getting excessive feedback from my slick-suit.” A soft chime fell flat in the tiny room as the audio connection opened. “I’m sorry,” a man’s voice said, the hint of sarcasm telling her they knew it. “Possible suit malfunctions are acceptable under the parameters of the exercise. Begin.” Again the chime rang. Adrenaline surged with her quick intake of breath. She didn’t see the cameras, but people were watching, comparing every move to an unattainable perfection. Squandering a cocky three seconds, she stretched to show her confidence along with her lithe shape.Challenge one: technological fence, she thought, glancing at the locked door pad. In a swift motion, she grasped the back of the wooden chair, flinging it into the wall. It hit with a startling crack of wood, and she knelt before the pieces. Nimble fingers bare of the slick-suit’s gloves sifted through until she found a metal pin. Rising, she padded to the locked door and used it to wedge open the door pad.This task is mine, she thought, then walled it off, concentrating on the maze of wires until she found the one she wanted. Hand fisted, she tensed to yank it free, then hesitated. With her “malfunctioning” suit, she might end up on her ass, blowing out smoke as she tried to remember how to focus. Not worth the risk, she thought, following the wire back to the circuit board and shorting the door with the pin instead. The ceiling chimed her success. Peri saluted the unseen cameras, smug as the door slid open. Eleven seconds. Pin set between her fingers to gouge, she dove into the cooler air and into a spacious, spongy-floored room. The ceilings were higher, the light brighter, and at the far end, a closed door beckoned, the light on the lock already a steady green. Beyond it was everything she’d been working for, everything she’d been promised. She just had to get there. A faint whisper of air gave her warning. Peri ducked, lashing out with a back kick to send a man pinwheeling into the wall.Shit, he’s huge!she thought as his slick-suit flashed white. But it was fading to black even as she watched. He wasn’t out of it—yet. “Nothing personal, right?” she said, her eyes jerking from his holstered weapon to the two men sprinting to her. Three against one wasn’t fair, but when was life ever? They attacked together. Peri dropped, rolling to take out the closest. He fell and she swarmed him, jabbing his throat with her elbow. There was the telltale thump of a pad, but she’d struck hard enough to make him gag. His slick-suit flashed white as she rolled to her feet. One down. The second grabbed her, a glass knife at her throat. Screaming in defiance, she stabbed his ear with the chair pin. He howled in real pain, and she threw him over her shoulder and into the first man, now recovered. Following them both down, she scrambled for his blade, running the glass training knife across both their throats. The glow of the technological blade against their skin flashed, indicating a kill, and their slick-suits turned white. Gasping, they went still, paralyzed. Real blood, looking alien in the training floor, dripped from the one man’s ear. Peri straightened, keeping the pin as she turned her back on the men and walked confidently to the distant door.No more of their lame excuses, she thought, the adrenaline high still spilling through her, though shifting to a more enduring burn of anticipation. She’d been working toward this for months. How many times did she need to prove she was ready? With a heavy thunk, the lights went up. At the door, the pad shifted to a locked red. Peri jerked to a halt. “Excuse me?” she directed at the ceiling, and the audio connection pinged open. “You failed to demonstrate proficiency with projection weapons,” the man said again, but she could hear an argument in the background. Peri cocked her hip, knowing the time was still running, ruining her perfect score. “You mean agun?” she asked with disdain. “Handguns are noisy and can be taken away, and then I have to do more damage to fix it.” “Your time is still running,” the man said, smug. “How can I prove my value if you keep changing the rules?” she muttered, stomping back to the three men, still paralyzed in their white slick-suits. Jaw clenched, she snatched the nearest man’s handgun. “I already killed you,” she said when the man’s eyes widened, and she spun, shooting out the cameras in the corners instead: one, two, three. “Reed!” the man shouted as his screens undoubtedly went black. Peri dropped the weapon and waited, shaking the pinpricks from her fingertips. The audio channel was still open, and a smile quirked her lips as she caught some argued phrases, “best we have” and “it’s that shitty attitude of hers that makes her perfect.” Glancing at her watch, Peri shifted her weight. “So am I going, or do you want me to try it again with feeling? I have stuff to do today.” There was silence, and then a younger voice took the mic. “You will report to medical tomorrow at nine. Congratulations, Agent Reed. It’s yours.” Her breath caught, the quick intake lighting a fire all the way to her groin, and then she steadied herself. “Friday,” she countered, ignoring the men behind her, groaning as their slick-suits returned to a black neutrality. “I want to say good-bye to my mother.” Again the silence, and Peri’s good mood tarnished as she caught a whispered “Might not remember her when she gets back.” “Friday,” the young voice came back, and Peri’s jaw clenched at the pity in it. Her mother didn’t deserve anyone’s pity, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to say good-bye. But the door lock had shifted green, a solid thump echoing as it opened onto an empty, white hallway. Her thoughts already on a shower and what was in her closet that her mother might actually approve of, Peri paced forward into the light.

“You know what I’d like to do?” Jack leaned in to Peri, his hand curving suggestively about her waist, and she breathed in the faint scent of ozone and aftershave like a balm. Under it was a hint of gun oil, and Peri was hard-pressed to decide which one intrigued her more as they stood outside her apartment door with their carry-ons, glad they had the next week off.

“Mmmm, I like games,” Peri said as she tapped her key card to her apartment door pad. It disengaged the lock with an almost unheard click, and she turned to him, seeing the bound heat behind his sandy hair and blue eyes as he leaned to nuzzle under her ear. The tips of her short black hair tickled her neck along with his lips, and she stifled a quiver.

“I’d like to be there tomorrow when they find that ball of wax you left them,” Jack whispered. “That’s all. What did you think I meant?”

Peri exhaled in annoyance, giving him a little shove as he pulled back and took up their bags. Eyes rolling, she pushed open the door, her faint smile widening as Carnac, their cat, came out to weave between their feet, threatening to trip them.

“Hi, Carnac. Did you miss me more than Jack is going to tonight?” she said, scooping up the orange tabby and cuddling him as she followed Jack into the spacious apartment theyshared. It was dark, and Detroit’s neon-draped skyline sparkled through the wide glass windows. The lighted mass-transit rail circled to touch upon the city’s hot spots to look like jewels on a necklace, and she let Carnac slide from her. It hadn’t been a strenuous job, but the timing had been meticulous, requiring several days and multiple dry runs. She was mind-weary and ready for some downtime.

“Lights up,” she said, to shake the apartment out of extended leave, and the glow brightened to show the comfortable mix of her and Jack among the modern open-floor plan, everything angled to take advantage of the view of a glittering new Detroit.

“Sure is a pretty thing,” Jack said as she dropped her coat and purse on a chair and went into the open kitchen to give Carnac some soft food.

“The accelerator?” she asked, seeing that he’d taken it from his pocket and was holding it up to the spotlight over the gas fireplace. The walnut-size, meticulously engineered crystal was one-of-a-kind, and it caught the light like a disco ball, sending wavelengths too short to be seen ricocheting around the apartment to make her back teeth hurt. She’d held it briefly before giving it back for Jack to carry. It gave her the willies, the orb’s facets feeling warm and malleable even as they pricked her skin.

Jack lowered the glittering crystal. “Hard to believe something this small is worth an entire city,” he said as he put it back in his pocket.

Hard to believe you can hold it like that in your bare fingers, she thought as she ripped open a pouch of cat food. “Whenit’s plugged in, sure,” she muttered, watching Carnac weave between her feet as she set the bowl on the floor and fondled the cat’s ears. “Right now it’s giving me a headache.”

The small orb was Event Horizon’s latest wonder, fracturing wavelengths to allow information to be sent out on a particle, instead of an entire wave. In layman’s terms, it was like having a single bandwidth hold a hundred thousand conversations instead of one, and it would revolutionize how information was handled. Whoever held it would own the world.

And it’s in Jack’s pocket, she thought as she seriously considered sleeping with it under her pillow tonight. It would go to Opti in the morning, and from there, returned to EventHorizon, the company that had developed it. It bothered Peri how often corporations stole or patented technology just to shove it in a drawer so their older technology would remain viable.

The pop of a wine bottle brought her head up, and she smiled at Jack, loving him. The accelerator had been in a research facility outside of Cincinnati, and they’d done well to

get in and out with no one the wiser. Preparation and skill had meant there’d been no need for her to draft, transposing a small part of time and space a few seconds into the past in order to erase a mistake. Content, Peri gave Carnac a last fondle about the ears and went to join Jack in the living room. It had been months since she’d needed to draft to rub out what could have been a fatal error, and she enjoyed feeling normal.

“Oh, please tell me you’re joking,” she said as Jack turned on the TV and settled back into the cushions, eyes riveted on the menu as he loaded his latest fix. “Ja-a-a-ack . . .” she moaned as opening credits flowed over the flashing images of an athletic girl and her sidekick parrot, doing a magic spell and catching the sexy vampire. “Can’t you fall in love with something remotely possible?”

Kim Harrison, author of the New York Times #1 best selling Hollows series, was born in Detroit and lived most her her life within an easy drive. After gaining her bachelors in the sciences, she moved to South Carolina, where she remained until recently returning to Michigan because she missed the snow. She's currently working on the Peri Reed Chronicles, and when not at her desk, Kim is most likely to be found landscaping her new/old Victorian home, in the garden, or out on the links.For More Information

Title: Captain’s Mercy Author: Kate Hill​ Genre: Historical Romance

Mercy Brown's life changes when she accepts a position as companion to the disabled sister of wealthy shipyard owner Jonah Barnes. She is instantly attracted to the rugged former sea captain, even if his brusque manner offends her. Mercy soon finds herself entangled in the quirky family's secrets.From the first, Mercy is troubled by prowlers, disturbances from the attic, and unearthly howls on the property. After meeting several unusual household members, including a groundskeeper who works by night and the mischievous Maxwell Barnes, Mercy realizes she should flee while she can.Pages from Mercy's first novel go missing and Jonah's domineering personality causes tension in the house. Only Mercy's fondness for her young companion, Faith Barnes, as well as her fascination with Jonah prevent her from leaving, but will her desire for him endanger her life? ​

A particularly loud clap of thunder sent Mercy jumping to her feet. She quickly put her book away and left the room, hoping to find Michaels or Augusta still awake. Maybe she could talk to them until the storm passed. The empty hallways seemed eerier than usual. When she reached the parlor, she heard something even more frightening than thunder--a long howl that mingled with the wind. Perhaps it was the wind... Another clap of thunder was followed by a crash from upstairs.Goodness, lightning might have struck the house.She hurried to the foot of the stairs and called, "Michaels? Augusta? Mr. Barnes?"No reply.Her stomach tight and her heart pounding, she ascended. The storm was directly overhead now. Wind beat against the house and roared through the trees.Recalling how it felt to be lost outside, she hoped Max and Faith weren't caught in the storm.Reaching the top of the stairs, she glanced around. Lightning flashed through the tall, rectangular windows, illuminating the hallway.She walked toward the dark, windowless corridor leading to the attic."Mr. Barnes?" she called again.She glanced over her shoulder, back toward the stairs. When she turned around, she cried out, startled to find herself facing Jonah who now stood outside the attic door, holding a lamp."Miss Brown, what are you doing up here?" he demanded, wearing his usual scowl."I heard noise from up here. A crash. I thought perhaps lightning had struck the house and someone might be hurt." She couldn't keep the tremors from her voice. "I'm also worried about your siblings. You don't suppose they're caught in the storm?"Jonah's brow furrowed and he stepped closer to her. He held up the lamp and studied her face."I'm sure they're fine," he said in a gentler tone. "Max is quite capable and I doubt they'd venture out until after this passes. Are you all right, Miss Brown?""Yes. Fine."Another clap of thunder made her jump."You don't look fine," he said. "Are you afraid of the storm?"She chuckled nervously. "Silly isn't it? A grown person afraid of a thunderstorm.""Why don't we wait it out in the library?""There's no need for you to keep me company."Again she jumped at the thunder and lightning."Keeping you company is far more pleasant than the paperwork I've been looking over." He offered her his arm in a gallant gesture that took her aback. She rested her hand on it lightly. Goodness, she shouldn't enjoy how solid and warm he felt, yet she was unable to ignore it. His arms were rock hard from years at sea and working in the shipyard.On their way downstairs, she asked, "What were you doing in the attic? I thought I heard howling up there a short time ago and then a crash.""The wind, I'm sure. No doubt the crash you heard was Michaels. He tripped over an old trunk. He's up there now, making repairs on a window that was blown open by the storm. He's also trying to get rid of more unwanted guests of the flying rodent variety, so I remind you to stay away from the attic."

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, an erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and watching horror movies.

Shattered by a brutal attack and forced to flee, painfully withdrawn Dr. Prudence Marsh buries her emotions under numbing logic. For years, her escapes to a fantasy world created to survive her hellish past have been nothing more than a guilty pleasure. But when the host of the safe house turns out to be a dead ringer for her dream warrior, she fears she’s lost her precious mind along with everything else.

Ex-SEAL Max Delaney has been known to dabble in a hot, delicious mess—or two, or three. He has no idea how to handle a cold, sour one. Blackmailed into babysitting Dr. Marsh in his hidden bunker while she finishes a top-secret project sucks. Until he falls for her. Then it blows. Every clue Max unravels buys him more questions. Every step forward lands him two steps back, flat on his ass.

Demons past, present, and future haunt Max and Prudence as they stumble along the twisting path to love. Merciless enemies and shifting alliances drive both to desperate measures, tumbling them over the border between shadow and substance—where each must choose what, and whom, to believe.

He whispered praise in her ear, “That’s it. Now don’t you feel better?”She shivered in response, though her hands at his back had warmed. He smiled into the fresh scent of her hair and wrapped her more tightly in his arms. She was his now; even if she didn’t know it yet.With firm, subtle pressure, he brought her head to rest on his shoulder. Her hands tightened around him, then, finally, her body relaxed fully into his.Her sigh was what did him in, what scrambled his brain and sent the jolt to his heart, then racing lower, hotter. He swallowed hard. Patience was suddenly a whole lot scarcer than it had been a minute ago.The Balconies. Any one of the half dozen private patios facing the ocean would do. Each of the double doors was chaperoned by a broad back discreetly turned from the couples enjoying the seclusion they offered. It was one of the unique and best features of the club.With experienced ease, he guided his plunder across the dance floor to the nearest unoccupied one. “You’re a bit flushed. Would you like some ocean air? The view is great.”She blushed and murmured something indistinct he chose to take as assent. Another covert tip and nod to the bouncer—the same one who’d been at the VIP gate, still wearing the frown—and their path was clear.The moon cast a diamond-strewn path across the water and glimmered in her depths of her eyes. He wanted to climb into that fire and stay there until Judgment Day.After a few gulps of the salty night air, she said, “Thank you, Mr. Delane. I’m afraid the effects of the alcohol may have—”“It’s Delaney." He squeezed her hand. “Calling me Max would solve the problem, you know."“I’m still not certain I’m comfortable—”“We can’t have that. I want you very comfortable.” He kept his voice low and soothing, ran his hands up her tantalizingly bare arms to cup her face. She gasped at his touch, her eyes widened and her lips parted.He’d meant the kiss to be subdued, a simple brushing of mouths, and that’s how it started. But he couldn’t stop what followed. Couldn’t keep his hand from gripping the back of her head; holding it at the best angle for his access; from tracing her lips with his tongue and gently opening her mouth to accept it; prevent his other hand from roaming between the cool satin of her hair and the warm silk of her dress to the swell of her sweet, tight ass; squeezing it, and pulling her close. Close enough for her to feel the rock hard extent of his hunger. Close enough for him to feel the moist heat of hers—God help him with what control he had left.Her arms circled his waist, her delicate, surprisingly strong hands pressed into his back, stroked, pulled at him in helpless, inexperienced little tugs that made him want to push up her dress and set her on the railing, wrap those long legs around his waist, and--“Please, Delane.” The desperate ache in her plea squeezed him like a fist and echoed all the way to his toes. He shook with the effort to clamp down on his lust.“‘Max.’ Say it, Prue. Say it and I’ll take you to paradise, sweetheart. C’mon,” he whispered it into her ear, then nipped it tenderly. Understanding why he needed that particular surrender wasn’t important, winning it was.He slipped the hand on her ass under her dress, ran his finger under the lace of her panties, reached to stroke the hot velvet, teasing her, driving himself to the knife edge of desire.“Oh…ah…M-M-Ma—”A warning rush of overused air boxed his ears a few seconds before a shrill voice pierced them. “There you are, Max, darling! I thought this was our balcony. Remember? A couple of weeks ago we…”Bam. Just like that, Prue froze in his arms. He opened his eyes and saw the shutters slam over hers, dousing the lighthouse, leaving him at sea in empty darkness.
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Award-winning author Rhea Rhodan resides in Minnetonka, Minnesota. She’s been telling herself stories since long before she learned to write. She attended the University of Minnesota with a focus on Journalism, then Brown Institute for Broadcast Journalism. After many adventures, misadventures, and a couple of short marriages, she found the love of her life in Regensburg, Germany, and has been living happily ever after since. She journaled those adventures extensively (some might say rabidly) beginning in middle school, but didn't combine her writing and story-telling until several years ago, when one of the stories grabbed her by the throat and shook her like a rag doll until she gave in and wrote it. Having tasted freedom, her muse refuses to return to the confines of her head, and has successfully turned the tables, keeping her at the keyboard to appease it. She welcomes feedback and fan mail :>). You can join her on Facebook and Goodreads, too. Rhea is always happy to meet new friends.

Thank you for having me on Recipe Fairy. I’m Rhea Rhodan, and I write romance with a touch of magic or paranormal twist.

How did you get started writing?I’ve journaled pretty much since I learned how to write. I began telling myself stories long before I learned to read. I didn’t combine the two until six or seven years ago, when one of my stories wouldn’t let go of me. After completing the rough draft, I began to research the industry and hone my craft. My first book was published in 2012.

Where do you get inspiration for your books and characters?TV, books, or even someone standing on a street corner may trigger ideas. Research can be inspiring, too. For example, the location of my previous release,The Legacy of Buchanan’s Crossing(a contemporary fantasy), is a real place. It’s history gave me great fodder for some aspects of the story. Characters spring from my own twisted imagination. For the most part, they write the stories.

What kind of books do you enjoy reading yourself?My reading time is precious these days, so I’m particular in how I spend it. I crave variety, in reading as well as writing, so I’m not as big on series as other readers seem to be. I’m not a fan of first-person point-of-view for the same reason. I enjoy a range from dark erotica to YA fantasy (but do not care much for the popular dystopian variety), with sci-fi romance, historical romance, romantic suspense, and some paranormal thrown in.

Romances (from medium to extra spicy) are far and away my favorite read. The only sub-genre I rarely pick up is pure contemporary romance. I crave a little something extra. For example, my debut novel,Finding Grace, is a contemporary/romantic suspense with a heroine who gets visions. My new release,Melting Shadows, is a romantic suspense with a different paranormal twist.

For audiobooks on the StairMonster, gripping mysteries are best. They get me back on that torture machine because I have to know what happens. Books I listen to while knitting can lean toward the literary (though not much farther than Neil Gaiman or Georgette Heyer) :>D.

Most of my non-fiction comes from magazines and books on writing, so I expect my fun reading to be just that, entertaining and satisfying. I avoid anything depressing, overly detailed, too literary, and loathe cliff-hangar endings.

Any suggestions for my TBR within those parameters would be much appreciated!

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